Lifted by the spirit of God

Good day for a run.
Sun is shining and there's a little breeze.

If my next bit of info is just to much for you, sorry- but I'm trying to log my journey and sometimes it's not pretty. Yesterday I started my cycle. That's right....blood.

Everybody...GROSS!

Blood....can't have life without it; deal with it.
anyway- it has a huge effect on my ability to run. Actually it's a good effect. Makes the cycle shorter. An entire day shorter. Gotta love that! But I can do without the cramps. For those guys who just have no idea what the mysterious "cramps" are...it's when the muscles in a women's pelvis contract, hurting the girl like hell.
I used to get them super bad when I was in high school. After having babies, they went away. Now that my kids are getting older (and my body is finally getting back in shape) the cramps are coming back.
So this morning I woke up with cramps. Not to bad, I told myself, because today is the perfect day to run.

Why do I pick the worst day to try something new? I must subconsciously think that I need some major discipline.
I decided to run to second gate. I've been getting bored with the usual routes and have been wanting a new place to run. In our gated community we have 3 points of entry or "gates". First is the main gate, second gate's a little farther and third is way out there closer to the river. All are accessible from HWY 193.
I have been wanting to run to second gate then onto hwy 193 & back to first gate which puts me on American River Trail. My husband won't let me, says it's to dangerous to be on 193. He's right, but that would be a good run. Maybe 5 miles??
So instead, I ran American River to Sweetwater to second gate, turned around (hate that) and came back to American River. By the time I got to the turn off for Otter trail I was tired, but I didn't care. I was mad that I couldn't go the way I wanted to, so like a child who refuses to go to bed, I fought the urge and defiantly pushed myself down otter trail.
On the last stretch, making my way around the park, a song came on that was perfect.

"When I look to the sky" by Train

So I looked to the sky. I saw a huge bird ( we call them buzzards or turkey vultures) They are massive and have 6 ft wing spans. He glided above me in grace and I pretended I was him. For a second, I was him. I closed my eyes. I was soaring. I couldn't feel my feet touching the pavement. I smiled as the wind refreshed my skin. When I opened my eyes I saw my shadow. I looked like a bird with my arms outstretched.

Oh look honey, there's that retarded girl. Isn't that cute, she thinks she's a bird!

If only you could see inside me...
"When I look to the sky, something tells me you're here with me...and I can always find my way when you are here".
I felt God's spirit lift me. A renewed energy spread through my veins. I sprinted the rest of the way home. DANG that felt good, though I almost fell down, I was so tired.

I ran 13 songs on my playlist...that's 45.04 minutes. wow. Not bad for a bleeding day.